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Verification committee interrogates lieutenant Franciszek Maurer.

37 years old, married, one child.

Studied law at Cracow, graduated in 1978 with honours.

In the same year he is employed by the department.

In 1980 marries Milena Kurzepa,

daughter of the vice-minister of internal affairs.

Immediate promotion in December 1980.

31 reprimands,

18 commendations, two of which put forward by the minister of internal affairs

of the Russian Federative Republic.

Dismissal on disciplinary grounds

revoked thrice, no details.

Mr. Maurer, what did you do in the case of captain Nowakowski,

who attempted in 1980 to establish a free labour union in the department?

I shot him in the head with a Mauser 7.8 millimetres.

Can you explain it?

Nowakowski killed his wife and took his daughter to the roof,

threatening to throw her down if is his demands were not met.

What demands?

Registration of a free labour union and a 2200 raise.

And what happened?

I climbed the chimney of the electric plant and shot him in the head.

What else is there to explain?

Ah, they gave you a medal for that.

Someone liked it that with one shot from 220 metres

I hit a guy in the temple, so I was promoted

and they began to invite me to hunt.

Had you known captain Nowakowski?

We studied law together. Witek... captain Nowakowski

was my... a colleague of mine.

PIGS

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camera

screenplay and director

Come on, Jerzyk, jump in.

Are they that many altogether?

You must be joking, these are just the two last years.

From two provinces.

Take it.

Lieutenant, what is it gonna be now?

- Give it, Jerzyk. - Nothing, it’ll be just the same.

Or better.

Watch out, Grandpa.

Carefully, Grandpa, collect everything, every piece of paper.

Oh, I remember him, I almost got him.

- Was it ever found? - Yes, in an antique shop in Hamburg.

The Episcopate bought it back through that, what was his name...

- Zieliński. - Exactly. Hold it fast, Grandpa.

- And what about him? - Died of a heart attack.

Last winter.

Go to hell.

It is illegal what your men are doing.

I’d like to inform you that today at noon we notified the committee of the Senate

headed by Mr. Kmita MP which investigates cases of illegal activities in your firm.

- My what? - Mr. Stopczyk,

don’t treat us like fools.

I am not interested in the legalese, you are to stop burning files.

Soon enough you and your men will face the verification committee of

Senator Wencel of the Christian Union.

Captain, what about that Otwock case?

Just a moment, Olo.

Mr. Rutecki, I take only official orders from my superiors.

You got the wrong part of the chain of command.

Shall I work on it or throw it to the dustbin?

Gentlemen, please, wait in my office, Mrs. Irenka will show you the way.

- Mrs. Irenka. - Leave it alone,

I know the way by heart.

I could find the place blindfolded.

You’d rather be coming back from there blindfolded.

I think you’re a nice piece of ass and you want me very much.

- ‘Fess up. - Please, stop it

- or I’ll call the police. - I am the police.

Hello? Hello?

This is the case of that priest from Otwock.

Dismiss due to lack of evidence.

As it is now?

Well, no, you have to interrogate that pseudo-daughter of his.

I know but I thought that if we were going to burn it today, then...

Interrogate the daughter and dismiss the case.

Regardless of the system we must have our files in order.

And if she confesses something incriminating?

- Olo, do you know this joke? - What joke?

A water-skier has drown and the lifeguard is trying to resuscitate him.

OK, I know it. I have to hurry to the housing association.

- They want to take my apartment. - What?

After my traineeship they gave it to me as substitute flat,

now it turns out it is the service accommodation for the janitor.

They want me either to move out or clean the building.

And how many staircases would you have to sweep?

Franz, do this for me, I have to see the chairman.

His father in law is the head of some department in Śródmieście, you know, Pękowski.

Once you wanted to beat him up.

- So shall I order her to come tomorrow? - Thanks, I’m off.

You better go and see her, do it delicately and to the dustbin.

- Tonight we’re closing the case anyway. - And where is she?

In an orphanage, where else? You didn’t think that he keeps her at the parish, did you?

Angela!

Angela!

Angela!

Angela!

- What was that for? - For nothing!

- Angelika Wenz! - Stand up!

The lieutenant would like to talk to you.

Hi, Franz.

- Good afternoon, lieutenant. - You look marvellous.

Listen, Franz, can we talk later about Bazylak?

He was arrested.

We don’t want to be in the way. Goodbye, Miss.

- Who was that? - Scrap dealer.

OK, I’m full. Now you can fuck me.

Hi, Franz, Grabek asked about you yesterday.

Hi, I’ll find him.

What is it? Don’t you want me? Listen, you’re not going to

take me back there?

- I don’t know what I’ll do. - So why did you take me?

Maybe to stop that butcher in suspenders from fucking you.

If it was so, you were late.

Have you got any home, family?

They say I have a priest for a father, and you?

I have a wife in America, she dumped me.

Stupid cunt.

She took my son.

I have a brother in Oakland, New Zealand.

So what are you doing here?

- You’re asking about my brother or wife? - About your son.

I keep order here.

- You got a cool ride. - Wife’s.

I guessed you didn’t buy it with a dog’s salary.

- What else did she leave? - Nothing, she took it all.

- Why did she leave you? - Just so, she was...

- a bad woman. - And you’re faultless.

I am a saint.

It’s a pity... Would you like anything else?

Those scoundrels sent a construction controlling board to me.

They want to dismantle my house in the country – to check

if it was built of recycled waste materials They want invoices.

And who the fuck keeps invoices for so many years!?!

- Yesterday you said you had them. - Olo, fuck off, will you?

To your health.

In Łódź this bloody commission sacked only 20% of the employed.

But in Cracow, shit, 70%.

I’ve always said we should have taken them to the forest when we still had the time...

Very much so, an armed company, some sand and lots of sacks.

But it’s inedible.

Pig rissole – chopped together with pieces of the pigsty.

And a bitch thrown in.

They can’t throw out everyone, they must have some political police,

or whatever the fuck they’ll call it.

What else? Will they hire Jesuits?

They will choose their political police among themselves.

We can patrol the streets if we’re lucky.

If only we could get this much.

You may laugh, you’re young,

and what about me? Out onto the street?

And where will I find a job now if I can only interrogate?

Switch to interviews, Grandpa, and start looking for a job in the media.

Drink it up and go home, tonight we have a camp fire.

- How much is there? - Three full trucks more or less.

Captain, second lieutenant Morawiec Waldemar

- from the Szczytno Police Academy. - OK, OK.

- Have you got any papers? - Yes, sir.

I am glad you joined and so on, although...

Waldziu, I have a lot of people, they’re the best, but as you can see, no work.

What do you need it for, man? Start some business.

A gun shop, for example.

- Or a sex shop. - His father in law was a dictator and a weasel.

So do something with him, shit.

Welcome to the mob.

Franz, you drunk the least, you’re going with me to see the boss.

And the others go to sleep, I don’t want you sulking at night.

Kaniewski, get up!

- Police! - Political!

Tonight we’re burning all our fucking past.

They carried him on a door

along the Świętojańska street, against the pigs, against the tanks.

We stood there, fighting bravely,

Janek Wiśniewski fell.

- Four! - Janek Wiśniewski fell.

- Four! - Janek Wiśniewski fell.

There is no point in introducing you to each other, gentlemen.

Yes, I gave my name to captain Stopczyk

11 times in the last 15 years.

- Stopczyk, what do you burn? - You mean smoke?

I smoke “Radomskie” but if you prefer, Franz has “Camels”, major.

You heard me right, so stop screwing with me, Stopczyk!

What do you burn at the dump at night?

Ah, some old papers.

The building will be taken over by the health service, so we need to burn

invoices for clothes, household detergents, paper.

I know it should be sold as scrap paper but who’s buying these days?

Let me tell, major, it was a secret.

Stopczyk, you’re too short for this.

So stop fooling around.

The gentlemen said you burnt files.

What files?

Major, are you trying to convince us with this farce?

Mr. Jaromił.

Waldek, tell the gentlemen what they were talking about downstairs.

Captain Stopczyk with the officers present here arranged fifteen minutes ago

during a drunken carousal at the company canteen

to meet in order to burn files tonight at an unknown location.

What do you say to this, Stopczyk?

- I can’t believe it. - Neither can I...

How do you respond to this charge?

- Olo, can you smell it? - Yes, but it’s not shit,

it’s carrion.

If he starts from informing where will he end?

- At the Powązki cemetary. - You know what,

- this is a fucking scandal. - Outrageous.

This is a lethal threat! I insist that these officers are

immediately suspended.

You’re screwed and fucked up.

They’ll kick us out.

But don’t worry, we’ll open a gun shop.

Do you know who’ll give us the concession? That bald pal from the Śródmieście.

- Wolski. - Yes, Wolski.

The second heart attack, he’s retired.

So a sex shop instead but I’ll never forget his face.

Any problems?

I couldn’t cope with the lock, I must number the keys.

Let me introduce: Olo, Angela.

Hello, Olo.

Hello, Angela.

Olo is cool, isn’t he? So funny.

- Have you known each other for long? - Very long.

He never made me feel like I was a kid.

He must be your age or even older.

Oh, it’s not what I meant.

You get it?

Jesus, you’re so beautiful.

Franz, let’s go to bed. It’s stupid that we sleep separately.

Don’t make me beg you, you won’t be disappointed, you’ll see.

Come on, at least once.

No.

- Why? - Somehow I don’t trust you

and somehow I don’t love you.

God, it’s just sex, why are you so holy?

Calm down right now.

Do I disgust you?

Because I slept with all these guys?

No, I’d be disgusted by myself if I did it to you, do you get it?

And one day, in 10 years time, will you love me?

You’ll be the first to know.

And how?

Sleep. Go to sleep.

Nice camera, Waldziu. Did you get it from the firm?

No, from a friend, I borrowed it, why are you asking?

From a friend, so you do have friends?

I do, look away, it’s expensive.

Expensive?

Jesus, Jesus and Mary, what the fuck are you doing?

Are you completely mad? Jesus. You’re all so fucked up.

You shouldn’t be tried, you should be treated.

He threw out my camera, shit.

What the fuck do you think, you brat? These are just some jokes?

Some shitty struggle for power? Do you?

It’s a life and death matter, you dickhead! How old are you?

What do you want to do? What do you want to do?

Put 50 thousand informers, agents in a gas chamber?

Is this what you’re after? You want blood, little shit, don’t you?

When you grow up you’ll understand that politics is not the TV News.

Politics is us, here, at this dump.

Either we manage to get out of here or we’re stuck here forever, jerk.

Do you get it?

- You’re mad. - Do you get it?

Do you get it, punk, or not?!

You missed from such a distance?

Do you get it?

What are you looking at, punk, we’re not here.

I guess I’ll get going, right?

What’s the point of sitting here on my own?

Did you witness the incident when lieutenant Żwirski used firearms

against one of the new officers at

- the city dump? - I know nothing about it.

Ask Olo, he should know best who he recently killed.

I don’t need your advice. You are interrogated by the committee, not me.

Times change but you’re always on the committee.

Are you ready to guard the laws

of the renewed democratic Republic of Poland?

Categorically, to the very end.

Mine or hers.

What is it? Have I ever locked you up?

Did I take a bribe and didn’t do as promised?

So what did I do to you that you join me at the table as if I was your pal?

They threw you out, didn’t they?

They did. They kept everyone and kicked me out.

But I still have enough friends to have you locked up.

- What will it be? - Whisky and coke.

Do you have a gold watch as well?

So I’ll have you locked up after all.

You won’t manage, I had a higher rank.

Wait, wait, you’re from Lublin, Gross, major.

We don’t serve what you asked for, will vodka do?

- I have a job for you. - What kind of a job?

- You don’t ask for how much? - When you tell me the job,

I’ll tell you how much.

After a year of unemployment you’ll change your attitude.

I’m a car mechanic, I don’t have to work in the secret service.

I haven’t yet heard of any of our boys getting a job.

Unless as a bouncer.

I did worse things in my life, didn’t I?

- And where is Franz Maurer? - Celebrating his service with the new masters.

So he wasn’t fired after all.

Down with the black.

Down with... the black and the red.

Down with all - nice toast, isn’t it?

I can drink to that with you.

Hi.

I prepared dinner, sirloin, but it is all cold now.

I’m sorry, I was drinking with my pals, we got transferred to the criminal police.

- Without Olo. - Is it bad?

Well, only for Olo. You should go to school.

And everyone will screw me again.

Well, it’s a sound argument against school.

- You’re jealous. - Get lost.

How do you like my 17-year-old body?

You’re an old broad.

- Why did she leave you? - My wife?

Because she was a bitch, I’ve already told you that.

I don’t know why I like you, I guess it’s the smile.

- Smile. - What is it? Listeners’ choice?

- Please. - I don’t feel like it.

I’ll never leave you.

May I finish my breakfast?

You’re from the police, aren’t you?

And you’re from the Stasi...

You take me for somebody else.

You wanted to meet brothers Słaby.

The "Great Marian" and Zenon.

To introduce the new liaison.

As the previous one was killed.

Let me just say: the same will happen to the new one.

Calm down.

This provocation is beginning to bore me,

officer.

Brothers Słaby prepared for you

25 kg of amphetamine.

You will lose the drugs, the liaison, and the money.

200 000 mark.

Am I right?

And what about your colleague?

Won’t he tell us something funny?

"Germany, Germany above all".

My name is major Bień and I am a major.

As of yesterday you’re my subordinates,

and I am your immediate superior.

Now you’re in the police, not in the secret service.

Do you know the difference? In the secret service you did nothing

and got good money for that.

In the police you’ll have to toil all the time

and you won’t make a fortune here.

No one will have 30 reprimands here,

after the second one you’re out

and father in law the general won’t help you. Waldek, show us the plan.

Maurer, close the door.

Tonight at the motel we arrest a gang of car smugglers.

They steal them in Germany and smuggle to Russia

across our country - good money.

If any of you takes a bribe from them

I’ll personally stick the money down his throat so deep

that it’ll exit through the ass.

What is it with that door?

I can take it for a day or two.

But will you?

This one will be OK, won’t it?

Listen...

When and where

do you pick up the amphetamine?

Speak!

When and where?

It would be quite funny if the Chink didn’t speak any German.

Oh God, he should start learning languages, bloody hell!

You son of a bitch! You scoundrel!

Nice place for an allotment, isn’t it?

Tomorrow when we get that liaison you’ll be able to buy anything you fucking want.

Including this river as far as these chimneys.

Do you think that he didn’t lie?

No one has ever lied with a battery attached to his balls.

He lasted long, tough guy.

- Won’t he come up? - No one ever has.

Franz! Franz! It’s Jerzyk, report back.

Franz, here, over.

Nothing is going on, still smoking, it’s his tenth.

Franz, I am freezing my ass off in the wind.

Send someone to replace me, over.

Ask the newbie, it’s his action.

Over and out.

I am not going to ask this nark, he may kiss my ass.

High-school boys were the easiest to arrest.

You know, they were scared shitless.

Shit, it was enough to say a word and they started packing wet leaflets and paints.

Quickly and the money was coming.

Unless there were girls there, they are always so lippy.

Boys knew that we’d beat them up anyway,

and the girls... I don’t know.

Maybe they thought they’d make it somehow.

It blows real hard.

Have you ever tried to blow in this kind of weather, dear colleague?

When I was protecting Walter in Babimost

the wind was just as high.

Mr. Franz! Lieutenant! I brought you coffee.

Lieutenant, it’ll cool off.

You frightened me off, lieutenant.

- Why are you screaming? - I brought you coffee and it’s cooling off.

Thanks.

You won’t remember that, lieutenant, but we took over a transmitter from that

block of flats in Mokotowska street in that bloody blistering rain together.

In October 1982.

And you transferred to the criminal police?

It wasn’t work for me. Every now and then at the corridor

in Rakowiecka street I came across my pals in cuffs,

and I didn’t know where to look.

You should have poked out your eyes.

And if you keep on screaming during an action,

you'll get transferred to the traffic police.

It’s good.

Oh, shit!

This fucking scoundrel! They’ll tear my head off!

You have no right! I’m a professor of political science.

And his dong dangled down to his knees.

- Well, let’s not exaggerate. - It was so,

- I’ve never seen a longer dick in my life. - You haven’t seen much.

Franz! Franz! What a mess! Franz!

- Little shits! - And the Ukrainian bandits...

Holy crap, the war is over.

Maybe you should check it, dear colleague. Maybe your people started

something new.

- At last! - What is it?

He switched off the light, either he left or is sitting there in the dark.

So go and check, man, we’re taking him.

What is it, holy fuck, am I to go alone?

We’ll join in, let me just get the guys together!

Screw this work!

I was reaching for her boobs in the corridor

and suddenly this cunt tried to get away because she saw my cap at the peg.

- We’re taking him. - They may still come.

Gentlemen, move your asses, Jerzyk went there alone.

Student! Student!

- What is it? - Get Maurer, we’re taking the guy.

- He went to make a call. - So call him,

What is it? Some bloody picnic? Where is the Kid?

At the bar, waiting for hamburgers.

He’s coming.

Kid, drop them and look for Franz.

Fuck, wait till I’m done.

Right now, it’s an order!

His throwing his rank around, shithead,

and he drank our vodka.

Student, where is Franz?

He went to make a call.

So call him, holy fuck, you’re standing nearer, aren’t you?

Franz!

Open the door. Police.

Stop fooling around, open up.

Do you want me to wake everyone around?

Open up now or I’ll fetch the key from the reception.

- Are you on a school trip? - At work, you sad jerk.

But you won’t know it because you can’t afford us.

Wait for us, girls.

Let me, son, I’ll do it.

Police!

Open the door! Open or we’ll break the door.

Oh, Jesus.

Don’t shoot!

I mean, I couldn’t get in touch all...

day.

Kid!

But I don’t have a gun! Jesus, I left it with the armourer.

- Come in, Kid, we’re moving in. - I don’t have a gun!

- Shit, I don’t have a gun! - Hey, Kid, what is our code?

I don’t know, fuck, give me your gun!

- Mine is in fucking repair. - Jesus, leave it!

Let me go, shut up!

Number 1 here. Kid, cartridge clip!

- What are we doing now? - How the fuck am I to know?

- Where is that room? - Just a moment,

front, second floor, next to the turn of the corridor.

- Franz, listen. - If anyone moves

with a gun, kill him.

But I have never shot at anyone.

You fucking son of a bitch, you’re to kill every

armed scoundrel before he kills me, do you get it?

OK.

On the 20th anniversary, the director invited me,

shit, for exemplary work... I want to go back to my office,

I type well.

I want to go to the office, shit, In the office, I can be handy,

I can get the printing for all, couriers at the border.

- I know all the opposition. - There is no opposition anymore.

They are your fucking superiors now.

They killed Grandpa, I don’t give a fuck any more about anything that goes on here.

What the fuck is it? What the fuck is it?

Am I supposed to die for 2 million? Fuck it.

They shot at me, do you get it?

What are you staring at? I didn’t go the university for that.

Not to get shot.

What the fuck is it? I don’t give a flying fuck.

What is going on here?

What the fuck will be available? They’re shooting at us!

Don’t you understand what I am saying?

They are coming to get me, over and out.

Stop or I’ll shoot!

Oh, God!

Well, it’s not that bad, It’s not that bad.

Jerzyk has a broken collar-bone, friends from the department

donated blood and I think that he should come round soon.

You’ll be able to talk to him.

Kazek lost a part of his ear, and, well,

contact with him is difficult right now, but the doctor, a world class

specialist, claims it’s only matter of days,

and he should come out of the post-traumatic shock.

Kid, I mean, Krzysio is in much worse shape.

But the doctors are doing the best they can.

I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!

- Calm down! - Screw calm, do you get me?

I’ll be calm in my fucking grave!

Do you know why they’re dead? Do you?

Do you? Grandpa and Student, do you?

Shit, because this scoundrel went to make a phone call, you get it?!?

Shit! He had to make a call and he wasn’t around,

when he was to wait, bloody hell!

Jesus!

Shit, they are dead, do you get it?

Shit, they’re dead, shut up, I beg of you,

I beg of you, shut up, don’t even fucking dare to

open your mouth, do you get it?

Shit!

Shit!

No one will ever die because of you, fucking commie agent, never again,

no one, fuck, no one! No one.

- I will write a report. - And I won’t accept it.

In the firm we don’t rat on our colleagues.

I’ll take measures to put you all to order, shit.

But will you stop when it hurts?

Stop fooling around.

- But will you? - Let me in.

Is this it?

- All? - Embrace me, baby.

Not with your hands, you lunatic.

- I don’t know how. - Embrace me.

Like this?

Love me, Franz.

- Meow. - What?

I liked it.

Hello, excuse me, what’s up?

Grandpa and Student are dead, Kid will die any day now,

Kazek went mad, and Jerzyk is seriously wounded.

We went to the hotel Max to arrest some car smugglers,

but they were not car smugglers.

They shot at us like at sitting ducks.

The guy we watched... they disembowelled him, tore out his tongue,

poked out his eyes.

They knew we were cops and still they shot at us,

like at dogs.

Olo, they are dead.

What do they say in the firm about it all?

Bień fills in reports about the necessity of use of firearms in a public place.

Olo, in any normal country these scumbags would have been carrion by now.

Calm down.

What do you want to do?

I am out of it, The Newbie wrote a report

that the whole carnage was because of me.

Olo, this is your chance to go back to the firm.

Who was the guy they killed?

Some Dutchman, allegedly dealing in amphetamine.

People say that two years ago he was a citizen of the GDR

and an officer of the Stasi.

- Do you remember Jaworski? - No.

Just a jerk, he used go on official visits to the GDR, they kicked him out.

I’ll ask him.

This is the factory where brothers Słaby produce the most popular

brand of amphetamine in the West.

Ever since the Stasi disappeared from the market, they’ve been the only ones.

- Who told you about them? - Jaworski, do you know him?

I do, allegedly he used to take massive bribes from amphetamine dealers.

Probably it’s just as true as the rumour that it was Franz who shot the pope.

You’ll ask him yourself in a moment.

Olo can’t believe that you took bribes from them.

I can’t believe it myself.

I took $12,000 yearly.

The time has come now to take it all.

Mum?

This is the price of a line of amphetamine at the Flohmarkt in Berlin.

Pure business, pure profit.

And they’ll hand over this business to us just like that?

They were out of luck recently, someone killed their liaison.

They lost the goods and the money.

The principals of brothers Słaby are very bored.

- What principals? - What do you care?

They are very strong people.

Momentarily in Moscow but they’ll drop by soon.

And brothers Słaby, how much can they produce?

As much as we want. 10, 20, 30 thousand.

Dirty business.

- But pure profit. - It’s dirty in here.

You’d use a new flat.

You’ll go with prosecutor Nawrocki to Cracow.

You’ll see prosecutor Żurawski.

Czapliński. My name is Nawrocki.

Żwirski.

You’ll sell to Mr. Czapliński The Three Elephants Lottery ticket.

- At what price? - The regular one, 5000.

And how much will he win? 100 million.

You’ll ask Mr. Czapliński to release the Chemist

- and it must happen before the 1st. - And will he know what I’m talking about?

Do you like the apartment? So go now.

Nice ride, isn’t it?

Mr. Gross promised to sell it to me at 40.

3000 turbocharged engine, drives like a dream.

They are in a hurry with the Chemist, aren’t they?

If they are so generous... Once you’d secure the release

for half the amount.

Or the files would disappear and one was too soft-hearted to proceed without them.

Grab that wheel, will you?

Why are you so nervous? They’re in a hurry because an inspector

is arriving from Moscow. They are afraid

that he will strike a deal with brothers Słaby and not with them.

Can you imagine this kind of money?

I can’t, even in a bank.

Take me away from these shitheads and put me on the investigation.

And who are you? You and all that bunch of commie agents?

So stop treating me as a commie agent and start treating me like a policeman.

No one treats you like a policeman,

even those who shot at you because no one shoots at the police.

You’re just a nark who lost his piece of the red pie.

People like you and Olo used me for 30 years

and people spat at my uniform.

Now none of you will ever even clean my ashtrays.

Go to sleep, Franz.

Bień, fuck, we will come back here with Olo!

Do you know the status of the building’s mortgage?

- I don’t. - And where is

- the mortgage register of this plot? - I don’t know.

Franz, it’s so good you’re back, they came from America.

They want to buy your house.

- Is it yours? - Wife’s. I’ll put the kettle on.

- Do you have any money? - About 5 million.

- How much do you make monthIy? - 3, 4 including extra hours.

- An impressive amount. - Enough for two.

Do you want more?

No.

Pity about the ride.

It was cool.

Don’t cry, silly, I never liked that house.

- It’ll be like in heaven here. - Fuck, we felt so well there.

Do you want to dump me?

Do you love me?

So what is it about?

There are brothers Słaby.

One smaller than the other, aren’t they?

You better tell us - when will they release the Chemist?

On the 26th.

Something has begun, gentlemen.

Follow them.

We can convince the big one but Zenon...

He’s a tough guy.

What are you talking about?

I am saying that Zenon Słaby is stubborn.

And he just doesn’t get certain things.

But if we remove him, the Great Brother might also change his mind.

Who is to do it?

The same person who will later go to Amsterdam with the goods.

- How much will that be? - 25,000 decks at 100 each.

Do you want me to do it?

Stop there by the taxi rank.

Have you ever killed a man at close range?

OK, I will do it.

Keep the car, the documents are original.

On the morning of the 27th you will pick up the Chemist from the hotel

and you’ll take him to your flat, you get it?

He must be safe and sound.

If brothers Słaby track him down there will be carnage.

Excuse me, since I lost my car I haven’t been able to get anywhere on time.

And I had to take Angela to her friend in Ursynów.

- Do you guard her? - Guard?

No, I take care of her.

I never thought that after the adventure with Milena

I would care for a woman. At my age...

You see, Olo, I really love her.

That brat.

Excuse me.

Take my Wartburg, I won’t need it for the time being.

Thanks. What happened?

Tonight Jaszczak Stanisław will check in at the hotel,

his real name is Roman Bluszcz, the Chemist.

Specialist in pharmacy, you’ll catch him and lock him up,

but do it delicately so that no one notices anything.

- Keep him for a week. - It’s a long time.

Talk to Jabłoński, let him keep the guy in custody.

Jabłoński is a scrooge, he won’t do it for free and I am...

Watch out, Olo, when they learn you’re an ex-commie agent

you’ll end up in a plastic sack.

Arrest the Chemist, I’ll take care of the rest.

Olo, point them out to me.

No, I don’t know everything yet.

We’ll deal with them both.

Now make the Chemist disappear.

No, no, I won’t let you frame me.

- Who was your old man? - You’ve read my files, you crafty swine?

He caught Marchwicki, so what?

He was the best investigative policeman in this country.

Stop it now, I am not a child. Do you think you can move me

with such cheap tales?

In this hotel there is a guy who can lead us to the scoundrels.

You’re going with me or are you going to work as the doorman?

- Listen, commie agent... - OK, I got it.

A beautiful place.

And when you’ve had enough you can always ask for a transfer to the archives.

When they hear of it in the firm, you’ll get kicked out

and don’t even think I’ll cover for you.

- The archive. - Well, you know,

- I am not going... - Shut up!

It’s here.

- Who the fuck are you? - A whore and you?

What is this? Where are you going, rascal?

Police!

Bluszcz, what are you doing here? You should be in prison.

I have a weak heart, call an ambulance.

Stop lying, son of a bitch, you have no heart.

- You sent your own brother to death. - Please, an ambulance.

Franz, leave him, he’s sick.

- Call a doctor. - Franz, let’s call an ambulance.

- It’s a heart attack, you’ll kill me. - Die then, who cares.

Stop, shit, what the fuck are you doing? He has a heart attack!

I can take it, you can’t. Who got you out of jail?

- Who got you released? - If I tell, they’ll kill me.

And if you don’t, I will.

- Who got you released? - You have no right!

Who? Who?

Nawrocki, prosecutor Nawrocki, ask him.

- Good afternoon. - God bless you.

May I speak to prosecutor Nawrocki?

He is ill, in the hospital.

My husband had a haemorrhage or something. Please, don’t smoke,

you’re frightening away the birds?

I’ll leave this summons, when he gets better,

he should get in touch with us.

- You’re from the animal shelter? - Yes, residents.

You’re late.

The Chemist was arrested by the police tonight.

Don’t even tell me about, bloody hell, the Chemist must be free!

You son of a bitch!

- Who did it? - I heard it was Franz.

What a pig...

You’ll give him 10 thousand in hand.

His hands may be a bit too short now.

He’s arrived.

Which one is it?

The one with the flowers.

They or brothers Słaby must not know about the Chemist, do you get it?

Hey! I’m talking to you.

Tell Franz that either the Chemist will be free or Franz will be dead.

Franz is your friend.

No, we just like each other.

The Inspector spoke today with brothers Słaby.

They don’t know anything about the Chemist, but we can’t wait, you see?

There he is.

Who is this kid?

Nobody, just a cheap tart.

Franz fell for her.

What do you mean, fell for her?

You mean, he loves her, don’t you?

- Do you know her well? - We’ve met a couple times

during dinners at Franz’s.

Well, Olo, talk to Franz and arrange matters about the Chemist,

otherwise we’ll have to do away with Franz, do you get it?

And meet this kid, maybe she loves him too.

It might help us.

When the red were gone the black appeared,

and the whole mess turned into a circus

with little trained dogs running around the arena.

And then I saw the body of Student

with two bullets through his head.

And Student had the courage to ask for transfer and become a regular cop.

Pour some more, if I may ask.

Have you ever thought about money?

Big money.

To get the money, like a million bucks.

Olo, if we don’t stop these scoundrels, it means

that we really are scrap material

and we should end up in a dump.

What are we good for?

If we aren’t cops, we’re nothing.

Why?

One is born a priest, one is born a whore,

another a thief.

Sometimes the good part is that we can get to know each other.

I am not one.

No, silly kid.

- What do you want? - Coffee.

Pal, get me that guy in the grey suit sitting at the big table with the bird.

- You’re welcome. - The one who sits with his back towards us.

So what is it with Franz?

- Will he release the Chemist? - He won’t.

But I’ll talk to him some more.

Now it’s my turn to talk to him.

- Yes? - Meow.

Hello, kid, who do you meow for now?

You know who.

No, I don’t, tell me.

No, I won’t.

Just tell me, I’m quite old, I won’t cut myself.

- But you know. - No, I don’t.

Well.

Who is it? I won’t yell at you, don’t be afraid.

I know you won’t yell, you never do.

Who is it?

- You know. - Who?

Olo.

I don’t feel like talking to you.

Is it anything important, Tadziu?

Very important, jump in right now.

You wanted to talk to me? I don’t have much time,

- I am waiting for my brother. - We’ll make it on time.

Just the two of us.

I don’t get it.

I work for Siwy, you get it?

We must search you.

The Inspector can’t make business with two partners.

He will have to choose and he will choose Siwy.

Siwy offers a better deal, safer transport

and the best pharmacist in the world.

The Chemist – we’re looking for him everywhere, but Siwy hid him away somewhere.

I have the Chemist.

- How much? - One million.

I can get the best specialists from the West to work for me

for 10 thousand.

The million is not for the Chemist’s work but for his eyes.

My brother won’t approve of it but I’ll try to talk to him.

I’m afraid you’ll have to make the decision yourself.

- I am sick. - Where is Nawrocki?

- He didn’t appear? - Where is he?

In the clinic of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If he didn’t appear, he must still be there.

- What are you doing, Franz? - I don’t know, what’s up?

What is it? Haven’t you seen a corpse before? Put him in the ambulance.

Do you see this? They’re already gossiping.

It was allegedly someone important once.

We’re there. Franz, we’re there.

Will you drink some vodka?

- What? - I was just joking.

Maybe we should turn back?

What for?

Shit, I don’t know why, Franz was kind of weird.

Kaniewski, take me home.

And if you have a hunch go back there yourself.

Go now!

Oh, shit!

What is it, Mr. Nawrocki, are you still alive?

- What is it? Treatment? - No, it doesn’t make sense any more.

I’ll call a nurse. You’ll break my fingers, rascal!

Certainly not here. I know a better place.

It’ll be fine here. Do you know Bluszcz?

I didn’t turn him in.

It was an accident or somebody else turned him in.

I have a summons from the police, I can show you.

You don’t have to, I sent it myself.

You? You’re from the police?

Tomorrow I am filing an official complaint against you, Mr... Mr... whatever your name is.

Show me your badge,

it’s the last time you’re ever going to do it.

Remember that Brezhnev is dead and your

impunity is over. What were you thinking?

Who told you to arrange the release of Bluszcz from custody in Cracow?

I am not going to testify in such circumstances.

- Who? - In 20 years I have never encountered

- such an abuse of power. - Who?!

- And breaking of the law. - Who?

Your whole organisation should have been considered criminal, fucking commie agents!

- No! No! No! - Who? Who? Who?

Who?

Olo Żwirski brought the money. I was the driver.

Ask Olo Żwirski.

- I am dying. - Go ahead, die.

On the 30th of the present month the verification commission

convened to hear the case of Franciszek Maurer.

His current career does not suggest

that he may protect the public order in the renewed Polish state

and perform the noble function of a state

police officer.

As a result of the above he is discharged with

immediate effect.

Mr. Maurer.

Wait, please!

I’ve not finished yet, Mr. Maurer.

You are the subject of evidenciary proceedings.

A gift.

Thanks.

I don’t have a cassette recorder here anyway.

It’s nothing urgent, you’ll listen to it when you’re released.

I am sorry you lost your job.

Newbie.

Thanks for coming back then.

We, pigs, must hang together.

Franz.

I’ll put things in order for you.

I know, sweep me onto a separate pile.

You’re late.

Looking great, Franz.

Will you have a drink?

I am sorry you lost your job.

Although on the other hand it is one commie agent less.

I need a gun. Come on! I had to hand mine over.

Listen, Franz, what kind of number are you trying to do?

Calm down, now I am just a common criminal.

- You are stubborn, aren’t you? - Get in.

Fuck off or I’ll call the police.

- I am the police. - You’re nobody.

Get in or I’ll shoot you in the fucking head.

Shit, you’ve really gone bonkers, do you want to kill me

in broad daylight? There are a hundred witnesses here.

Do you think, loony, you can frighten me?

I think I’ll kill you if you don’t get in.

You wanted to talk to me?

Excuse me, I’ll go on with my work, it is quite urgent.

I am making a coffin for my brother. Speak, I’ll listen.

They have advantage over you:

contacts from the secret services and experience.

They can trace, find, plan, and kill.

They were trained. They were good commie agents.

They were members of the best organised mob in the world.

This is a routine job for them while for your boys with shotguns

it is the apex of their abilities.

What do you suggest?

Hire men like them, jobless commie agents.

Is it why you brought the Chemist to me?

It makes no sense to bury him, he must be bought.

He can’t be bought, he’ll be scared of them.

I’ll take care of them. I’ll remove them for half a billion.

- Alone? - Alone.

- How are you going to do it? - Well, I’ll kill them all.

Good evening, citizens. What is going on?

Hello, Sasha. Have you got guns?

And what is it? A vacuum cleaner?

- Who is it? - Two men, one with a briefcase.

To see dad, I guess.

Dad, dad, a man with a briefcase to see you.

Let’s open the door to a man with a briefcase. Get dressed, we have guests.

I don’t have anything else. If you’re ashamed of me, buy me something.

What is it?

The Inspector wants to see the factory.

There is nobody here.

They do not welcome us. This is not the Polish style.

- Let’s get the fuck out of here. - What did he say?

That we must run. It is a trap set by the police.

Gentlemen, we don’t pay you this much

for the police to set traps for us.

Call the Great Brother.

I don’t have the time.

The plane departs at six.

Come, you have a guest from Moscow!

Great! Don’t embarrass me!

Get the fuck out of here!

And who died, he is dead.

Franz, stop fucking around, we’re friends after all.

We’ve known each other for almost 20 years.

Do you think that it was me who shot?

It wasn’t me, it was the loony.

I just executed scoundrels.

I beg of you, Franz, calm down, you said it yourself

that we must put things in order.

Do you think I betrayed? I didn’t betray anyone,

I didn’t betray you, Franz. Several times they wanted to

kill you – I didn’t let them. Franz, what was I supposed to wait for?

I did what you did. Was I supposed to wait for the courts?

I was at the scoundrels’ throats.

- You’re screwing around. - No, I swear.

I’m telling the truth, Franz.

You’re screwing around with my woman.

- Why? - These are the rules, son of a bitch.

Meow.

Yes?

It’s me.

Who?

Angelika.

I don’t feel like talking to you.